Out I charged, stopping only to do the straps of my sandals up
(wouldn't do to trip up just now)
out into the courtyard I dashed.
Ah, uno momento, perhaps the broom might come in handy,
ahha, it was still in its normal spot by the front door.
Feeling quite armed, onwards I dashed,
out into the back field where the veg plots and pigs are..
no, no sign...
turned round, now going up the side path towards the front drive....
one cow thundering towards me followed by one very irate husband.
Cows can look very big when they are in a mood, and can pull out of themselves bull ring type ways, like waving their horns and kicking their feet, and hunching their shoulders which makes them look twice as big.
Of course a cow lacks the aggression of a bull, but they still have a ton of attitude and weight, magnified in one's head when one sees such an animal galloping towards one.
At the last minute though, she turned towards the back entrance of the tall barn where the cow pens are housed, but carried on past the doorway to become stopped by the ditch where the future project chicken hut project is supposed to go.
Lester coos to her in the voice he used to get round me when I in a tetchy mood.
She ignores him, as indeed I do sometimes.
She picks up her pace,
into another charge she goes.
Head down, horns pointed in my direction, eyes fixed on mine..
Who will win?
Will she dominate me so that I stand to one side and let her go past me?
Because I have a big green garden broom in my hand,
'Hola' I yell as in the manner of trainee bull fighters,
putting the broom across the front of me
prepared to stand my ground.
It was too much for her,
and she did a quick sideways turn into the doorway of the barn.
One cow now indoors,
the others already in from the field.
Off to band practice now.
Will I manage to play some right notes tonight?
Maybe yes, maybe no,
but I shall have a go,
because that is what you would do if you were me...
jump in at the deep end and 'have a go!'
Bye for now,